As I waited in line I could see her, a few groups of people ahead. As the line slowly snaked forward letting in the critics and patrons alike, I could see her beautiful red hair shimmer in the neon lights of downtown. The reds, yellows and blues highlighting her luscious red locks in the dark night. I could see her gorgeous figure through the long skin tight dress she was wearing. She wasn't skinny by any means, but she had a figure, a gorgeous one, and as my eyes slipped down her body, I found the curve of her gorgeous ass, protruding through the white fabric that clung to her like cellophane. My girlfriend's voice brought me back to reality and out of the daze I had found myself in...
What had she said?
"Yeah babe it definitely is cold outside." I replied back nonchalantly.
I broke my stare to look back at the girl by my side, and in turn lost sight of the girl I couldn't help but stare at. Girl? By no means was the female in front of me a girl, she was a woman. The way she walked and carried herself, with pride, confidence and a swagger that dripped sex appeal.
We moved to the front of the line and the attendant checked our IDs and checked us off the list, and into the art show we plunged. My good friend had an exhibit here tonight, and I was here to support him, but my concentration was fragmented. Part of me wanted to refocus on my intended purpose, part of me could not stop lusting after the gorgeous specimen I had just seen in line.
We rounded the first area, a depiction of the naked female form. Some more covered than others, some baring it all, all beautiful, intriguing and exciting. Just what I needed, I could feel my cock stir in my pants, I was already excited just from my view in line. I let my eyes wander over the different pieces and then I saw her. Not her, not the her that was here in her dress tonight, but the same creature, featured in this particular painting, naked, bare, exposed, and yet wrapped up in her own essence, her own form. She was amazing. From her foot going up the curve of her ass, her long legs extended into the rest of her beauty and as I followed the curve of her body up to her back, my eyes meet hers in the painting, looking back at me over her shoulder, asking me to come forward, follow her into oblivion.
"Babe! You are staring!!" She chastised me. No not she, but the other girl I was with. I wasn't with her, she was merely present.
And she was right, I was staring. I couldn't look away.
"Yeah you are right. Sorry. I couldn't help it. Alright, enough I need a break from art. Let's grab a drink.
We went to the bar and she had a glass of wine. A beer for myself. It felt good to have a cool drink. I was beginning to feel flush back there. We sat and chatted for a moment, discussing this gorgeous woman from the painting, my merely present companion felt that she was plain, lackluster. How misinformed she was. I tried to explain the attractiveness of subtly, but the analogy was lost on her. After a few moments of futile effort I moved us away from the bar and we began to wander around the exhibit again.
I felt the heat of a glare looking down on me, and instinctively I turned and looked up to the balcony level surrounding the floor. There she was in her flowing white dress, looking down at me, not at me, more like into me. Her eyes were the same deep inviting eyes from the picture begging me to come forward, to follow her into oblivion. Her stare was intoxicating, undressing me, seeing through me. Her eyes held a wanton hungry look. She was on the prowl, and had just found her prey. I subconsciously took a drink of my beer, gulping and welcoming the cold liquid. Our eyes still locked, she motioned towards the left side of the room, almost so slight it was unnoticeable. But we shared a mutual understanding. I saw the look in her eyes, and she saw in reciprocated in mine. I managed to mumble out something about the bathroom as I walked away from the person I was merely present with.
I saw her unlock arms with a man I can only assume was her present companion. Where we were headed to was a different place, a more primeval, carnal place. I followed her around the balcony, and as I looked up through the metal grating of the industrial building we were in I could see her, see directly up to her, she was wet, moist and glistening. The hunger in her eyes was not the only hunger she possessed.
I stared up at her watching her walk and move, catlike and lithe. She walked down the stairs, lifting the corner of her dress to allow her stride to accommodate her restrictive clothing. She rounded the corner, heading towards the back of the building. I followed a few feet behind. My beer finished, but the bottle, held loosely in my hand, no sure what to do with it. She rounded the corner and my heart speed up. I couldn't afford to lose her from my sight, surely she would disappear like an apparition into the night. And as I rounded the corner into the darkness I could she her there, staring back at me. She had turned back to face me, but still steeping away from me, one foot behind the other, backing away, luring me in.